Did you miss meee? I missed you guyseseseses!! I'm sorry I was gone for so long. But my KHII story was a piece of shit. No one liked it, and it just basically sucked. I'm sooo relieved to be back here. It feels better. I'll also have a story up on fictionpress, and I'll have the URL later, if you don't mind taking a peek at my original stuffs. Anyways, here's the meaty stuff. Pleez enjoy!!

I lifted my eyelids from sleep and stared at the red numbers of the alarm clock. I then realized that my first day of 10th grade had reared it's butt-ugly head. I frowned and closed my eyes for one last drop of sleep before finally heaving myself away from the comforting sheets.

When I stumbled my way over to switch some lighting on, my cat, Riley, pitter pattered her way over to me. She stood in front of me and I tripped, trying not to step on her. When my foot lifted up, it hooked around the other in sudden confusion, and I fell, catching myself on the edge of the night stand. I growled and turned, shooting an irritated look at her.

"Retard."

She continued to stare at me and blinked, her tail twitching thoughtfully. Then she mewed, tilting her head to one side. I couldn't help but laugh at her questioning look. And so I straightened up and looked at myself in the mirror. Now at fifteen years old, my hair was still trimmed to my waist and I had grown rapidly over the past few years. After completing my goal of straight-A's which had even shocked me, I recieved the right to pierce my bottom lip, with a silver hoop.

I sighed and turned to the closet, deciding what to where. After a couple minutes, I wasted my time on nothing and dressed simply in a red t-shirt, jeans and black doc-martens. And then I went through the morning, doing the usual. Washing my face, eating, applying makeup and brushing my teeth. I then gently woke my mother and told her I was ready to go.

After about twenty minutes, we were walking out to the Cadillac, side-by-side. She had to first enter her door and unlock mine from the other side. It had been a couple years since I got to drive a fast, sturdy car. But I tried not thinking about that.

"So", she said from the other side. "Are you ready for your big day today?"

And I had indeed thought about that. No, I wasn't. I had spent my entire last year, moping around, only with a couple of close friends, not paying attention to the world at all. Only my grades and my writing had showed any life at all for the past couple years, since my life took a sad turn on my thirteenth birthday.

I had never much cared for the people around me during freshman year and didn't go to dances, games, the movies or even out shopping. My only good friends worried over me, thought I was depressed. Thought I was emo. And yet, this didn't make me angry. Remember? I didn't care.

I looked down at myself, in the reflection of the window. My mom started the car, and fidgeted around the dashboard, as I stared at myself, books in one hand, door handle in the other. And then I finally opened my mouth to respond to her. But as soon as my lips parted, I felt the strangest thing.

A bizarre tingling ran down my arms, abdomen and legs. My entire body felt as though it were fizzing. I dropped my books and stare down at myself. Then I looked up at the window and was horrified to see that my silhouette was slowly turning darker and darker, my skin turning a shadow-like color. When I glanced desperately into the face of my mother, my vision was already clouding up. She was staring at me, repeating something over and over, but I couldn't hear her. She didn't seem to notice that I was turning into something unlike her daughter.

And then the last thing I heard was my name being repeated by many familiar voices of many familiar people.

Later on, I found myself still groggy, and lying on the ground. It felt like pavement. I was no longer on the gravel on the drive-way. My parents must have panicked and moved me to...well...there was no pavement nearby our house. When I tried to open my eyes, I realized they were still foggy. I tried my hardest to push myself up on one elbow, and after that I tried rubbing my eyes.

Far off, I could hear the same people calling my name frantically. I sat up and blinked, trying to bring things into focus. But before I turned to face the people calling out to me, I focused on another noise. Another distraction. It was a low rumbling. The ground was also vibrating a little bit. The sun blared into my eyes, much brighter than I was used to.

The people yelled my name desperately, told me to move. But When I could finally see, I was distracted once more. The rumbling that I had previously heard was coming from a car. A long sleek racing car. It was going around 90, maybe 100. And it was headed right for me, just waiting to spray me across the racing track. And then I realized the voices were trying to warn me away from the oncoming car. But it was too late. I would never make it in time.

I watched the car speed toward me, trembling slightly. The driver must have finally notice me, for I saw a sudden snap of attention he gave me. He pressed the wheel and slammed on the brake. Smoke filled the air around me and the car was still coming. I tried to close my eyes, but the shock filtered through my body and I couldn't help myself. It closed in at an alarming speed. I could no longer see the nose of the vehicle, for the air was blanked in smoke from the burning rubber.

But then I eventually heard the engine cut off, which must've meant he stopped. And when I heard the driver step out, I continued to sit and let what just happened register. First, I passed out or something and wound up on a race track, then I was hearing voices, then I almost became road kill. It was a pretty eventful five minutes. When I heard the driver through the smoke, a brand new emotion covered up my fear.

Rage.

The very first things that came out of my mouth involved my anger.

"You fucking idiot. Get over here and take the damn helmet off!"

When I got to the other side, the driver was still standing there, probably watching me through the lense of his helmet. When he didn't respond, I felt my cheeks turn red in even more anger. What the hell was his problem?

And then, something about his appearance caught my attention. It was his ears. The were long and narrow. Like an elf's.

"Like an elf's." I breathed and started toward him anxiously.

Without thinking to my clearest, I pushed the helmet off his head fiercely, demanding to see his face. When the driver's blue eyes locked onto mine, I burst into a fit of tears, and squeezed him to me. His arms immediately flew over me, his face burying into my hair.

The moment I left this world, I had a sense of serenity and happiness. I was just so happy that I got a chance to be here and experience it all. When I was involved with other people and I participated in things, I felt so alive. But then, after a year slid by, I realized that I may never see him again. I may never get to hold his hand, or touch his face. I never got to drive fast cars or help him save the innocent. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. For a couple months, I cried myself to sleep and stopped talking to everyone. My friends were worried about me. They thought I was depressed, that I was going to kill myself or something. But no, I would never think it. The man in my arms at that moment had taught me that life was worth fighting for and it was a blessing, even though he despised his own.

And now, here I was, holding him, crying into his broad chest, so overjoyed to see his beautiful face. My heart beat even faster than it had when he had almost ran over me. I ran my hands down his back and eventually pulled away to stroke his face and touch his lips, his eyelids, trying to make sure he was all there. My tears eventually ceased and then I realized I couldn't stop laughing and my mouth hurt from grinning.

His eyes were no longer the size of base balls, but he continued to stare into my eyes, over my face. It seemed as though it was taking him longer to register all this than me. I smiled at him and finally calmed myself and watched him also. I put my hands on either side of his face. "Say something, please."

He blinked and continued to stare at me, his mouth slightly open. He tried to think of what to say and finally said it.

"I wanted you to come back."

This comment sounded so distinctly sincere, it reminded me of it coming from a small child. It's meaning blew me away and my eyes widened. I watched him and again, my lips trembled and I couldn't help but sob even more, feeling ashamed. I wiped my eyes and gasped for breath, shaking my head in sorrow. I felt a tremendous dose of guilt and fault. I had simply left him alone, not even warning him of my leave. I couldn't even imagine the pain and confusion I had caused.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Jak. I didn't mean to vanish. I wanted to come back so bad! I didn't even know I had to leave!" I sobbed to him.

He shook his head and grabbed one of my hands.

"No, don't cry!" He kissed it, "I forgive you!"

I sniffed and watched him and my heart did it's little flip it always did when I first met him. "Is there anything I can do to make it up?" I asked him miserably.

He nodded and hugged me. I buried my face in his neck as he stroked my hair.

"Yes." He replied. "Don't ever leave me again."